on 288, headed toward the loop

These are the breakers, straight paper makers, foolish be the people, who just plain hate us. waitin’ with weight of the chip on my shoulder, you askin’, “get out”, when I pull ova. So, McVey gonna turn it around, sayin, “nah, man, this is my town, look here is my crown.” Tha Mo City Don got you bangin’ Screw, but you can’t even handle an ace or a deuce Jump out yo’ seats and put on your boogie shoes. If that’s what you want, then do what you do